He loved , she dared..
Entangled in their history..
However much they cared..
Together was not their story..
He burns his cigarettes ,
She writes her texts ,
All she has are a few alphabets,
Tears write up the rest..
He befriended seclusion..
While she built her facades..
Her memories , his absolution ,
Another shout out to god..
He burnt his bridges , She built her walls..
And hence began their cold war..
“Happy birthdays” were their only calls..
“If onlys” , their only rapport..
They were demolition lovers..
Destroying each other in their eternity..
They were shrapnelproof..
Blown apart by their grenades of infinity..